The wind seemed to swallow his voice, and it appeared as though she was unable to understand. Bracing himself by lowering his head, the man's pinned ears still somehow managed to pick up her command, to which he whole-heartedly agreed. There was no need to continue their conversation out here in the howling sand. If they stayed too much longer, the two of them might be scraping the sand from their eyes and nose for quite a while. Unable to make out much without getting the red grains in his eyes, the man grunted; bounding after her most ungracefully. Every step met with resistance from the wind, and it seemed much to long before the stone could finally fend off the aggressive air and dust. With a snort and a vigorous shake of his head and then his whole body, Naberius circled to where the woman sat waiting.

The idea that she had been waiting for him specifically was heartening, and as soon as they were both within the bounds of still air he offered her a curt grin. Well, if he had to be trapped in a sand storm there were worse people to be forced to spend it with. Heck, even being stuck here alone seemed awful as a concept by comparison. He too had missed companionship, and hopefully they would give each other plenty while they waited this one out. At first it could have been assumed that Isde had failed to prevent the storm from occurring, but to that end The Zamora man was allowed the opportunity to ease his loneliness. If anything, it was a good development. He was more than content to offer her pleasant conversation for the rest of the night.

- Fade -